Know My Name (Explicit) - Mustard/Rich The Kid/RJ

Written by：Dijon McFarlane/Dimitri Roger/Rodney J. Brown Jr.

I'm a boss I might flex on a b**ch

I ain't lying spend a grip on my wrist

If she bad I might take her to the red carpet

Bought a car now I'm tryna learn how to start it

B**ch you know my name pop up hit it then I slide

Tell your man don't do you right

When I got that money I ain't change up

B**ch you know my name I got paper

I'm a boss I might flex on a b**ch

I ain't lying spend a grip on my wrist

If she bad I might take her to the red carpet

Bought a car now I'm tryna learn how to start it

B**ch you know my name pop up hit it then I slide

Tell your man don't do you right

When I got that money I ain't change up

B**ch you know my name I got paper

B**ch you know my name b**ch you know my name

B**ch I'm rich forever put that on my chain

Got these haters mad we got plenty cash

And all them hoes put the money in a paper bag

Now these haters too salty

Do the math mourine that's a ten piece

Woke up with a bank on a new day

Last night dreaming 'bout a new wraith

Don't she know me I'm the goat like kobe

I got that check and call the jeweler told him freeze me

Word around town that I made it

Two freaks one coupe going crazy

I did broke that b**ch bed now she stalking me

Mommy told me more money more enemies

Had to learn that

Bring your girl around me get your b**ch snatched

I'm a boss I might flex on a b**ch

I ain't lying spend a grip on my wrist

If she bad I might take her to the red carpet

Bought a car now I'm tryna learn how to start it

B**ch you know my name pop up hit it then I slide

Tell your man don't do you right

When I got that money I ain't change up

B**ch you know my name I got paper

I ain't lying ayy

I ain't lying ayy

I ain't lying

Got them eyeing my designs from the side

Side eyeing all these dogs from behind

Throw a bundle in her girdle make her hunch over ayy

All these rush for it

I'm a boss she gon' work for it

She's the one who hold you down from the first floor ayy

Started from the ground I'm a vert boy ayy

Slap them rims on it make them work for it ayy

Spent about a hunnid on the shirt for it

This that type a verse with a hayayaya

Goyard on my waist

Fell out of love then I jumped in that wraith

Slid in that at the club with my drum on display

From my gums to my range bust down like a layover

I'm a boss I might flex on a b**ch

I ain't lying spend a grip on my wrist

If she bad I might take her to the red carpet

Bought a car now I'm tryna learn how to start it

B**ch you know my name pop up hit it then I slide

Tell your man don't do you right

When I got that money I ain't change up

B**ch you know my name I got paper

Gotta stay one hunnid I can't change up

B**ches wanna f**k me 'cause I'm famous

Tell your b**ch to leave her face painted

She put her number in my phone but I ain't save it

Girl I stay one hunnid I can't change up

B**ches wanna f**k me 'cause I'm famous

Tell your b**ch to leave her face painted

She put her number in my phone but I ain't save it

I'm a boss I might flex on a b**ch

I ain't lying spend a grip on my wrist

If she bad I might take her to the red carpet

Bought a car now I'm tryna learn how to start it

B**ch you know my name pop up hit it then I slide

Tell your man don't do you right

When I got that money I ain't change up

B**ch you know my name I got paper